Sith Training Facility on Korriban, in an individual workout room 10 minutes before sunrise.
Ayomi stood silently in the center of a dimly lit training room, within a small facility on Korriban most frequented by acolytes still learning the basics of lightsaber combat. For the Tiefling, though, it was a reminder of where they'd come from and a reminder that there was always more to be perfected. They focused on feeling the Force around them, the raw Dark Side energy that radiated from the planet around them. It flowed like an electricity rushing through their veins, at once exciting Ayomi's muscles and bringing fiery pain.
The Sith stood, twin crimson blades extending from either side of their lightsaber with a crackling hiss, knees bending with building tension before the Tiefling leapt from their stance with a flurry of action. Ayomi fought a battle within their mind, eyes closed as their body copied the movements in a physical and mental chess match against the imagined clone of Ayomi themself. Parry, redirect, a sliding dodge to the left followed by swift and powerful strikes to the right flank, the shins, an uppercut.
They moved in a red blur, the blades providing the only illumination in the wide training space as the sun had yet to pierce through the windows overlooking the dusty orange of the Korriban landscape. The space radiated with a dense aura as Ayomi channeled the Dark Side into their strikes and movements, notably stronger than any one of the usual acolytes would produce. The Sith continued their routine with power and purpose, a shadow dancing amongst the red haze in pursuit of a phantom opponent.
Ayomi stood silently in the center of a dimly lit training room, within a small facility on Korriban most frequented by acolytes still learning the basics of lightsaber combat. For the Tiefling, though, it was a reminder of where they'd come from and a reminder that there was always more to be perfected. They focused on feeling the Force around them, the raw Dark Side energy that radiated from the planet around them. It flowed like an electricity rushing through their veins, at once exciting Ayomi's muscles and bringing fiery pain.
The Sith stood, twin crimson blades extending from either side of their lightsaber with a crackling hiss, knees bending with building tension before the Tiefling leapt from their stance with a flurry of action. Ayomi fought a battle within their mind, eyes closed as their body copied the movements in a physical and mental chess match against the imagined clone of Ayomi themself. Parry, redirect, a sliding dodge to the left followed by swift and powerful strikes to the right flank, the shins, an uppercut.
They moved in a red blur, the blades providing the only illumination in the wide training space as the sun had yet to pierce through the windows overlooking the dusty orange of the Korriban landscape. The space radiated with a dense aura as Ayomi channeled the Dark Side into their strikes and movements, notably stronger than any one of the usual acolytes would produce. The Sith continued their routine with power and purpose, a shadow dancing amongst the red haze in pursuit of a phantom opponent.
@Akheron